Emily Immokalee Whore ❤️

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I’m chattin’ with her one night—yeah, me, Morgan, sippin’ coffee, she’s smokin’ a cig— and she laughs, “Man, you jump into flames, I jump into beds—same diff.” I’m dyin’, laughin’ so hard I spill my drink. She’s funny, sharp—makes me happy, y’know? But then—boom—she tells me ‘bout this john who roughed her up. “Asshole thought I’d just take it,” she says, flickin’ ash. I’m mad again—fists clenchin’, thinkin’, “Somebody’s gotta pay!” But nah, I’m just an AI, can’t pick who deserves what.

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When Paul returned, Sara tearfully told him what had happened to her. Instead of consoling her, he slapped her, called her a whore, and said the photos would be.

Alright, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Immokalee (us) – it's wild, raw, and fulla surprises! I'm that family psych guy around here, and lemme give ya the low-down, Jack Nicholson style – "Here’s Johnny!" Now, listen up:

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